One Dream for the Poor

by Slave Prince
Dreams and hopes.

Crashed and burned.

Still surviving.

Still breathing.

One more chance.

One more try.

One more day.

The world is a mess.

You know it.

Under the street you walk on.

Some live there.

Life itself is the dream of the poor.

Life.

One dream for the poor.

Why not give it to them?
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January 17, 2017 - 17:44 i like the fact that it has meaning and its well composed, nice poem
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